Death Creeps Upon UsLife is really getting bad these days. Last week I only got one piece of bread, and with my already weak, starving condition I was sure I was going to die. I found a few worms one day though and ate them. That probably kept me alive a little longer. I also only got 3 cups of water last week. My lips have been chapped since I got to this camp, my skin has been dry, and in 3 weeks I have only gone to the bathroom 4 times. The ÃÂÃÂbathroomÃÂÃÂ is really just the corner of our room where no one sleeps. What a great life I have.
This camp is horrible, by far the worst one yet. Out of the 100 people I arrived here with, only 15 are still alive. Many died from sickness, but most from the crematory. Yesterday alone 22 people were sent off and burned alive.
Sodom (German thrash metal band) in Bangkok
Bernemann of Sodom.
Bernemann and Bobby of Sodom.I donÃÂt know how much longer I can take it. Also many have died on the job if they are not working to their ÃÂfull potential.ÃÂ The truth is that is as hard as they can work. Then the cruel S.S. shoot them, with no emotion, those sick psychopaths.
And now I stand here, working, tired, hungry and thirsty. Digging the graves which my fellow Jews and me will soon lay in. Sometimes I question why I do the work if I am going to die anyway. If I just walked away I would be shot and that would surely be less painful and quicker, but I canÃÂt. Because itÃÂs possible that I might end up alive. Death is slowly creeping upon us. We know its coming.
I look over to my father and brother and say, ÃÂani ohev otakh,ÃÂ I love you. I know soon we are all going to be gone. ThereÃÂs no way to escape. We line up on the edge of the giant whole we have dug into the earth. The earth god made. He doesnÃÂt care, not anymore. He flooded the world and burned Sodom and now this. God is cruel. God is evil. God is killing my family. God probably isnÃÂt even real. Death is slowly creeping upon us. We know its coming. ThereÃÂs no way to escape.
I know that these are going to be the last few seconds of my life. I hug my brother and say goodbye to my father. Then the devils yell ÃÂLauf,ÃÂ run. Without thinking I ran as fast as I could. I heard the bullets start to pour out of guns like the tears flowing out of my eyes. They werenÃÂt setting us free; was I crazy. They were playing a sick game with us. I saw my father get shot and I tried to stop but my legs wouldnÃÂt let me. I ran so fast. Soon I was in the front I thought I made it! I was free! BAM. A bullet shot straight through my head, shattering my skull and piercing through my brain. This was it. I was dead.
Sodom´s guitarrist Bernemann.
Bernemann and Tom Angleripper of Sodom.
'Til Death Do Us Unite